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6/23/2016 10:50:24 AM
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Before saying anything, I took a peek around the corner, ignoring how just looking at the cultists made my head pound.
There seemed to be about a dozen of them, wearing at most light makeshift leather armor. Some had the obvious signs of mutation, while others has pieces of metal protruding from their flesh. Far from pretty, but between the two of us, not a problem.
Still, didn't hurt to make it hard on them.
"Alright," I said turning back around the corner. "Here's the plan: sneak around behind on of this pillars on the right. I'll give you thirty seconds, since we don't have comms, and then I'll toss a flashbang." Pulling said grenade from my bandolier, leaving me with one flash and two frags. "Once this goes off, we catch them in a crossfire, focusing on the ones on the edges of the blast. Sound good?"
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"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt friend, you're new here, you've still got a lot to learn. Xenos want us humans dead just as much as chaos does. "
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I shrugged again. "And we want them dead all the same. I'm not saying they're not a threat, just that they're a wholly separate one from Chaos." I paused. "Most of the time, anyway."
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"Never met a dark eldar then. Just mind yourself, especially around the inquisition around."
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"Fair enough." With that, I tucked back into my dinner. Seemed I was going to have to keep my thoughts to myself for a while. Hopefully I wouldn't have too much trouble with that. Hopefully.
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It proved correct, no one bothered him.
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Eventually, I sat back, my plate and bowl clean. "Thanks for the food. Mind if I crash here for the night?"
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"So long as you don't bring those xenos or cultists and if Blackburn comes in here he doesn't start anything."
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"Can do," I said. I might have said something witty, but I was tired, and had obviously already pissed this guy off enough. Best to not push him further.
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He leads him to his room and leaves him the key, and heads back down to his bar.
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I opened the door to observe my lodgings for the night.
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It was a plain room, a bed, some dressers, a chest, a chair, and a desk.
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I sighed as I locked the door behind me, finally letting the reality of my future hit me. I wasn't going home anytime soon. Upside, there was some really cool shit here, if I lived long enough to get my hands on it. Downside, there was a LOT of shit that was bound and determined to make that endeavor difficult. I shook my head to disperse my thoughts. I could consider it tomorrow. Right now, I needed sleep. I considered taking off my flak armor, but decided against it, only taking off my helmet. I'd be more prepared if something happened, and feel far more safe, if I kept the majority of it on. With that, I laid back on the bed, putting my helmet to my left and my lasrifle to my right, and shut my eyes.
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[spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah, I'll put up another opener tomorrow. Any ideas how to reconcile this version with a version without gear and with a cut in his arm?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]gear and a cut on his arm? Who was the other instance with?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]MegaMortar.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah, well, I'm not sure I know him. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh, well, might just do some weird timeline convergence thing. Because the Warp did it.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]its your Choice man. Just let me know [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Will do.[/spoiler]
